Wednesday, May 20, 2020

The rhythm of things

my eyes gaze outward
as warm light streams through the window
and suddenly
i am where i want to be

but you,
you are some place far away
like you've lost all sense of time
yet, still late for something

you ask for my watch
and find it
somewhere between the sheets
but you never check to see

the rhythm has started
and you wish you were still asleep

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